From the depths we arise, bringing Hell to untampered bliss

Agniting the fires, giving birth to the hungry abyss

Their torment, our glory, a horror for all to see

Marching with vengeance, lika a hammer to the bastion of peace

The nightly howls and distant choirs

Call us to the Devil's pyre

When the last crow falls at the end of time, no grief will guide my heart

By the burning splendor of His cleansing fire

I greet the death at dawn

Blessed by the night, the dark's eternal curse

For we are the hunters, wolves with insatiable thirst

The laws of the fallen upheld with the utmost resolve, are those that command me to stab at the heart of the world

The raging winds and piercing horns, lead us to where sin was born

When the last pulse fades at the end of time, what joy will grace thy heart

By the burning splendor of His cleansing fire

I greet the death at dawn

Open now, o wounds divine

The scars that no light can heal

Rites of torment, mortal demise

At the altar of death I shall kneel